This ones a little shorter but I wanted to cut it off here before I right the next chunk. Beware for adult themes... as usual I'd love to hear what you think!
Chapter 10
I lay awake, my head sunk in an unbelievably squishy soft luxurious pillow, staring at the ceiling above. I was tired, so, so tired, but could not for the life of me get a wink of sleep. I was thinking too much, pondering my life and how much it had changed. I also had this itch of desire deep in my stomach and a little further down, causing me to fidget uncontrollably.
I sat up in my ridiculously large bed, seriously it must have been an 'extra extra extra king'. I looked around my new room, it was elegant and sophisticated, with a French style moulded cream walls. Round topped windows ran along the east wall, with gentle chiffon curtains draping around each one. A large crystal chandelier sat in the centre of the high ceiling, the centrepiece of the room. I felt like an absolute princess, with a large cream dresser with floral handles, a gold chaise lounge, and faux fur cream rug just some of my favourite pieces in the room. When I first came up after I scoffed down my eggs I was rather confused where to unpack my clothes, there wasn't a wardrobe in sight, until I stepped through the adjoining doors, a walk in wardrobe, and a private en suite. I had died and gone to Lycan heaven. It almost felt too nice, too luxurious for the likes of me. And then I got angry, furious that a man can have all this and more, and give his people peanuts, Dr Lane was not on my good list.
Monty had taken refugee in the corner of the room, under a cream and gold striped arm chair; whenever I tried to approach he hissed and wailed, so I'd gave up trying to make good with him and decided to try get some sleep. Try being the operative word. I realised I wasn't going to sleep, and with only two hours and three minutes until work, what was even the point of trying? I made a mental note to invest in some energy drink on the way to work and climbed out of bed. I decided to go on an adventure around the house, see how the one percent lived. I tip toed out of my room in my night clothes, which basically consisted of my underwear and a baggy Iron Man t-shirt.
The floorboards creaked as I carefully trod down the hallway, wondering what was behind each one of the doors I passed. Eventually I made it onto the landing, and was about to descend the winding staircase when a beam of light caught my eye. A door in the west wing had been cracked open, a large beam of light shining through onto the oak floorboards. I tiptoed over, intrigued. I half expected it to be a torture room, or an at home science lab. I peered through the door to see an ordinary bedroom. Well it wasn't ordinary it was decadent and beautiful, but it wasn't a torture chamber or science lab. Suddenly the door opened swiftly, catching me off guard and making me jump with fright. Quint stood with his arm leaning on the door edge, completely shirtless, and with a pissed off look in his eye.
"Can I help you?" He asked sarcastically, his voice laced with venom. I panicked, I was half scared, half turned on at the sight before me. My face flushed red as I backed away.
"No I uh, I'm just… uh, I can't sleep," I stammered. He stared me down for a second before moving aside.
"Come in," He said, but it sounded, as usual, more like an order. I tip toed into his room, my cheeks burning an unflattering shade of lobster. His room was similar to mine, but with a few darker tones, browns, burgundies and oranges laced with cream and gold.
"Sit," He said pointing to an arm chair. I did as I was told, too tired to fight back. Pulling my t-shirt as far down as it would go I lowered myself into the chair. Quint slowly walked over to a dresser, a drinks tray was neatly laid out with various types of alcohol and a couple of whiskey glasses. He grabbed a random bottle, pouring its contents into two of the glasses. He placed the bottle back, screwing the lid on tight, flexing all the muscles in his arms and back. Grabbing the glasses he walked over, reached out and handed me one.
"Drink," He said roughly. I was sceptical at first. "Trust me, you need it," He smirked. I took the glass, taking a tiny sip from it. Urgh, nasty. Whatever it was tasted strong and bitter. Quint sat on the arm of the opposing arm chair, and swigged his drink down in one. I didn't want to be rude, so I held my breath and downed mine also. I coughed a few times as I placed my glass on the plush carpet beside the chair. "Better?" He asked, him too placing his glass down.
"Not really," I confessed, crossing my legs to try and keep the itchy desire at bay, it wasn't easy with him half naked. I felt nasty and wrong, I was never like this, I wasn't that kind of girl, but at the same time it felt so right and free.
"You're never going to be able to sleep or concentrate if you keep suppressing it," He smirked. I played fool, pretending not to know what he was talking about. "Suppressing what?" I said innocently. Quint stood up slowly, his muscles rippling across his body. He prowled towards me, stopping just a foot away and crouching down to his knees. His eyes looked into mine smugly. "I could smell you from the other side of the house," He glanced down towards where my bare legs met the hem of my t-shirt. My cheeks had only just begun to settle and then they were suddenly glowing pink again. "If you fight it, it gets worse. The same goes for your transformation next week," He spoke low, I tried to take in his advice but all I could think about what how good his voice sounded all of a sudden. "Just let it take over you," He smirked, lifting a finger to my knee and stroking it softly. Shivers ran down my spine. My brain was shouting, screaming and kicking at his touch, but every other inch of me wanted more.
"How would you propose I do that?" I asked breathy as we both leaned in closer.
"I suggest you start with shutting off that brain of yours," He whispered enticingly. His eyes were different, I'd never seen the, like this, so sparkly and deep. So lustful. They made me feel like I was floating on air. I was completely mesmerised, like I was under his spell. His finger began to trace from knee upwards towards the hem of t-shirt, causing all the little hairs to prick up and the goose bumps to rise along with my heartbeat.
All of a sudden his whole hand had found its way onto my inner thigh, I do not remember how it got there without me noticing. It rubbed up and down, teasing me, before running down my outer leg. He grasped my thighs with both hands, catching me off guard and taking my breath away. As he stood he lifted me into the air and against his chest. My arms flew around his neck for balance and support. I gasped as I felt something protruding from his jeans. He smirked at my innocence as he carried me over to the bed. His lips crushed into mine hungrily, he pulled away as he threw me onto the giant bed. My legs writhed as he inched up to me, planting hungry kisses up my legs. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and pushed it up, revealing my yellow silky panties and my milky white stomach. He kissed up my stomach towards my ribs, pushing my t-shirt up even further, exposing my lilac lace bra. If I'd known I probably would've worn matching underwear, but never had I thought I'd find myself in this situation with this particular man.
His lips finally found their way back to mine, one running through my blonde locks, the other supporting his weight on top of my wriggling body. I grasped at his back, pulling him towards me and wrapping my legs around his waist. He kissed my neck teasingly, nibbling here and there. The tickling desire was blazing more than before, spreading through my entire body. I moaned as he sucked on the delicate skin at the nape of my neck. I was embarrassed yet glad that the moan had escaped my mouth, as it snapped me out of a very dangerous spell. I pulled away from him, pushing back on his chest, my strength once again taking me by surprise as he toppled backwards. He growled, obviously not liking the rejection, and prepared to advance on me once again.
"No Quint," I said firmly, pulling my knees up to my chest. "I… can't," I gulped. I couldn't justify why I stopped us in the heat of the moment, I was dying for it, he was sexy, and we were both Lycans. It was like a match made in heaven. Except it wasn't. I clambered to the edge of the bed, pulling my shirt down to cover my modesty. "I'm really sorry," I whispered, biting my lip before half jogging out of the room and down the hall. Once I reached the safety of my bedroom and pushed the door shut I let out a giant breath. My hands flew to my mouth as I was still in disbelief at what had just happened. I paced the room a few times before sitting on my bed, my hand still clasped over my mouth. I tried to push the aching hunger out of me, but as Quint had said the more I fought it the worse it got.
I decided to try cool things off with a freezing shower. The bathroom was lush, marble walls and floors, a frosted glass walk in shower, a giant bubbling jacuzzi and two side by side sinks. I needed the number of the interior designer in case I ever won the lottery. The cold water hit my skin like a thousand tiny needles, it was awful but I needed it, at least the body wash smelt nice, something to take my mind of things. I washed my blonde locks, my teeth chattering as I submerged my head into the heavy stream of water. Turning off the shower, I pushed open the door and grabbed a towel, drying myself off. As I entered the bedroom I spotted the time: four past seven. I guess I should get ready for work and head down for some breakfast. Looking through the walk in wardrobe I realised I hadn't packed any work clothes. I sighed, smacking my forehead, how did I not notice when I unpacked? I guess I wasn't really thinking about my work wardrobe.
I pulled on the smartest garments I had. I slipped on a knee length pleated emerald green skirt and tucked in a navy bouclé knit jumper. I slipped on the only pair of shoes I packed: a pair of red ballerina flats. I guess I have some crazy colour blocking going on today. I towel dried my hair the best I could and threw it up into a loose bun on the top of my head. Finally at half seven I climbed down the stairs into the main entranceway.